[Intro:] Sometimes yeah sometime I'm in my feelings
[Verse 1] Don't no one understand me supply and demand all this shit get demanding Why the fuck is you standing Over there seeking a handout I'm not finna hand it, godamnit Tattoos on my neck that read Kayla and Brandon My nephew was born premature I prayed from em', everyday for em' He'll smile at me make a face for em' My auntie say thanks which I couldn't believe and I act as if that don't exist Too much respect for to call you a bitch All praise go to heaven your God don't exist Love everything and everybody Black sheeps scum of the earth With popular people I don't fit They was stupid they focus on bullshit Now the whips they be driving is bullshit Yo pastor lie to you right from the pulpit Go hard or starve No wait on God Give him your money? That's bullshit Full clips and a firearm Put it in a ho name so I buy it for em Pockets was slim as a diet form Good dope sell itself wanna try it for em? Smoke out hotel rooms and set off the fire alarm BWA start a riot for em I don't get tired, what you tired of? Call what's her name say she tied up My mind going negative fuck your perspective These interviews really got pussy Others may gossip just like a woman
[Hook:] Don't worry I'm just in my feelings It's not a bad thing bae It's nice to have someone that understands me bae Cause we're the real thing bae I really love the fact that you can feel me bae In my feelings Sometime yeah sometime I'm my feelings Sometime yeah sometime I'm my feelings Sometime yeah sometimes I'm my feelings
[Verse 2:] Here we go again more problems Back against the wall feeling boxed in Obnoxious, I been labeled Lending helping hands when I'm able Seem like everybody ungrateful When they every bought food to my table? Unappreciative it don't phase me See envy all in they faces You ain't help or right a rapper through a day in jail I ain't see yo name on no paper Hard on hoes I been scarred But Trell left a hole in my heart Blood sweat and tears went into this How you think you deserve part? Child support court or get fought All the best lawyers get bought Let that other nigga take care of that You be on his dick like his shit raw Lied to you in his friend car Sold you a dream and you got caught These hoes want rap niggas or a athlete that play ball Sip coffee peep it don't talk Handle shit horribly we fall off I was just tryna be a real friend to you now I'm wishing that we get lost We was only fifteen at ya momma house Clicked over hold up miss call Phone ringing damn it's my dawg Thinking like how the fuck he know y'all? In the same breath start hiking saying to myself really that's foul
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
